This blogging world of mine!

i am speechless ...where do i begin....a little friend i met on blog (she was studying when we met around 4-5 yrs back) goes on to work hard, gets herself a job and then we both shift to a foreign country to pursue our respective dreams.

we find it funny how we are moving across geographies together ....

she works hard, learns a lot from life and then one day gets her first pay check !

and guess what she does?!!! ...because she has been part of my struggle she sends me a part of her first pay check as a good luck symbol to me ...to take away my struggles!!

what a heart this girl possesses! what a beautiful daughter to a beautiful mother! what a lovely soul!

i was speechless and weepy by this gesture...today morning i receive an envelop with a hand-written mail and the good luck coin from my buddy....i just don't know how to react ...i cry..i read and then i try to assimilate this beautiful bond...

i place her luck coin infront of my Lord Shiva (along with her letter) and request him to send back the good luck and happiness that this coin carries in manifold form to her.....

a beautiful gesture needs a beautiful divine blessing! isn't it my fortune that i stumbled upon such a beautiful soul in a virtual world of void...?

girl, you are precious, you are pure and you will get only the best from life..

God Bless!!
Thank you for adding such a beautiful chapter to my life!

the role reversal

she was calm like the mountain
he, the ocean
roaring and soaring high

people looked at them and smiled
she, the calm and steady
he, the loud and thunderous
the mountain in that ocean looked beautiful...like a paradise

then,

there was a tectonic movement
under the current of the ocean
and in the centre of the mountain

the ocean rose in the form of mountain
and the mountain broke into ocean

Now,

he was the calm and steady mountain
she, the roaring and soaring sea
her eyes blood shot
her temperament out of control
edgy, anxious like a tumultuous wave

they looked at them and wondered what happened
how did the steady mountain become such a disturbed ocean

what they did not know was that-

once upon a time there was a tectonic movement under the crest of both

she gave up her steady energy to him
he became calm
she .........

today,
she looks at this steady mountain
her disturbed waves begging and crashing against his feet

oh how she remembers

once upon a time
she was this steady mountain

main pal do pal ka shayar hoon....

main pal do pal ka shayar hoon
pal do pal meri kahani hai
pal do pal meri hasti hai
pal do pal meri jawani hai




mujhse pehle kitne shayar
aaye aur aake chale gaye


woh bhi ek pal ke kissa the
main bhi ek pal ka kissa hoon




kal aur aayenge nagmo ki khilti chunle wale
mujshe behtar kehne wale
tumse behtar sunane wale..




kal koi mujhko koi yaad kare
kyun koi mujkp yaad kare
mushroof zamana mere liye kyun waqt koi apna barbad kare....








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I am a story and poem of very short time, why should I expect anybody to remember me tomorrow.

Hey Ram!

Hey patita pavan

Why did you abandon me

                               The pavitra

You turned Ahilya to life from stone

with your non-judgemental touch

Why did you turn your heart into stone when I was the most chaste

and somebody else judged me

Hey patita pavan

                             My Ram!

Note: This is the story of Sita - Ram, one of the most profound and beautiful depiction of what human love can reach to. Ram is considered as Patita Pavan who is somebody who cleanses the unclean. The Ram who stood as Maryada Purushottam (the best of all) had turned Ahilya from stone to a living being with his non-judgemental touch. Ahilya was cursed into stone by her husband who doubted her chastity. Sita, who was the chaste of all, was asked to leave Ram's palace for his subjects doubted her chastity.  

Ram is the most adored GOD for Indians. The love of Sita - Ram is the cornerstone of all concepts of love and marriages in India. Ramayana is one of the most loved scriptures of Indians. It is all about character and story which also represents our psychological planes. The separation of Sita-Ram has been one of the most tragic stories we have grown up with.

Many thanks to authors like Devdutt Patnaik who are still telling the stories to generation like ours.